The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2314 Picking Chrysanthemums Under the Eastern Fence

The four people knew it very well.

The Falling Sun Holy Spirit had no interest in the other three great scholars. Its target was only Fang Yun.

Whether it was fighting or fleeing, it would only chase Fang Yun.

The three great scholars did not want to evacuate. They were all determined to fight to the death with the Falling Sun Holy Spirit. However, they were too weak in front of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit.

"Old man... goodbye!" Tian Songshi gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

He Mingyuan and Yun Yangzhao also clasped their fists to Fang Yun and followed Tian Songshi to leave.

Fang Yun glanced at the backs of the three people and looked at the Falling Sun Holy Spirit that was flying over.

Fang Yun looked at it quietly. It was different from the mysterious emperor he met before. The mysterious emperor was far away from him, so he could get rid of him, while the Falling Sun Holy Spirit was secretly following him. It was too close and difficult to get rid of. What's more, the speed of the three great scholars' rapid rise to fame was too slow.

The Falling Sun Holy Spirit ignored the three people, stopped a few miles away, and said slowly: "You humans really value benevolence and righteousness. Yes, it is enough to kill you. Those three people are not worth mentioning in my eyes. Hand over your treasures, and I will give you a quick death."

The Falling Sun Holy Spirit's voice was much colder than before, and in this coldness, he was forcibly suppressing his anger.

Fang Yun wanted to buy more time for the other three, so he asked: "Since you want to kill me, satisfy my curiosity before I die. Why are you not only not injured now, but have made further progress?"

The Falling Sun Holy Spirit sneered: "Do you think I am now at the end of my strength, or will return to my original form soon? You are totally wrong. We Falling Sun Holy Spirits have talents that ordinary Sunless Holy Spirits do not have. We can fall and be reborn, like the sun shining on the world, eternal and immortal. As long as our bodies cannot be erased, we can be reborn infinitely! In order to dispel the power of the coffin bearer, I forced myself to die and stimulate my talent, so my strength has increased instead of decreased."

Fang Yun laughed: "Absurd, as far as I know, the most powerful tribes in the Ten Thousand Worlds do not have this talent. This kind of fall and rebirth must have certain limitations. Let me think, either it will reduce the life span, or it can only be used once in many years, or It is impossible to use unique divine objects or powers continuously. "

"As long as I kill you, leave this place, and return to the Sunless Peak, I can not only make up for the loss, but also get a great reward. Although I have consumed the power of my half-saint, I have also conveyed the news that the coffin bearer has reappeared. After all, the coffin bearer and the rebellion... Humph! I don't want to talk to you anymore. Tell me, if you want to die, I will send you on your way!" Fang Yun smiled and said, "It seems that the history I know is correct. The coffin bearer and the stele bearer were comrades-in-arms. The Rebellion Monument Mountain should have a thousand connections with the coffin bearer, so after you heard about the coffin bearer, you would rather postpone killing me and get my memory. "

"You are wearing out my patience!" The flames around the Falling Sun Holy Spirit slowly expanded, and the huge body of twenty feet high was even more majestic, as if it was born in the fire of the sun. The power radiated from the whole body was enough to kill the university scholar within a few miles in an instant. Fang Yun looked at the Falling Sun Holy Spirit quietly. After finding that the Falling Sun Holy Spirit finally couldn't hold back, a clear light flashed in his hand, and an old bookcase appeared on the right hand.

The surface of the yellow bamboo bookcase was polished very smoothly. It was very old, but well preserved. Some places even had patina like a collection.

Although the bookcase was old, it exuded a majestic atmosphere, as if there was a mountain that could break out of the box at any time, and it seemed to hide an ocean.

"You... actually have a half-saint's robe?" The Falling Sun Holy Spirit was stunned.

"For someone who doesn't even want to kill the coffin bearer, what's so strange about having a half-saint's robe?" Fang Yun grabbed the bookcase with a calm expression.

"Are you trying to persuade me to leave?" The Falling Sun Holy Spirit asked.

"You should know that it takes some time before the semi-saint robes can be used again after they have been used. I don't want to use them either, after all, this ancient treasure pavilion is full of dangers. Therefore, once this box is opened, I can only go all out, and you will have no way out. I might as well tell you that this is the semi-saint robe of Tao Yuanming, the Tao Saint of my human race."

This semi-saint robe was borrowed by Lei Tingzhen as a reward when Fang Yun pretended to be Zhang Longxiang, to stimulate Zhang Longxiang to compete with Fang Yun. On the Yueyang Tower, Fang Yun revealed his identity, and the Lei family knew they were fooled. In addition, they owed Fang Yun a set of semi-saint robes, so they never mentioned it again.

Now, Fang Yun finally took it out.

"Do you think this emperor will be afraid? This emperor's patience is exhausted!"

The flames around the body of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit surged again, like a giant of light, striding towards Fang Yun, two of the four arms waving violently, and two flame whips like giant pythons instantly arrived in front of Fang Yun.

Fire flashed within dozens of miles, like a torrent of flames hitting Fang Yun.

With the tortoise armor on his body, Fang Yun remained motionless.

"What a pity..."

Fang Yun sighed softly, not knowing whether he was sighing at the semi-saint's clothes, or sighing at his own experience, or sighing at the stupidity of the Fallen Sun Holy Spirit.

A strange sound of excitement and peace resounded through the sky, and the lid of the bookcase opened automatically, and a magnificent golden holy air rushed into the sky.

At the same time, a chanting sounded like singing and speaking.

I built my hut in the human world, but there is no noise of cars and horses.

I ask you how you can do that? The heart is far away and the place is far away.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, I can see the southern mountains leisurely.

The mountain air is beautiful at dusk, and the birds fly back and forth.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten the words when I want to explain it.

The voice is distant and ethereal, with a little laziness, and a trace of elusive melancholy.

Golden light spread, illuminating the world, and the magnificent power swept across the ten directions. All the power of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit dissipated like melting snow under the morning sun, and the two long whips of light and flames quickly retreated before they reached Fang Yun.

The Falling Sun Holy Spirit retreated continuously, and the flames around him flickered, and his face showed resentment.

The golden light enveloped Fang Yun, and after a few breaths, the light dissipated, and it was seen that the thick tortoise armor battle body and Fang Yun’s other clothes had been compressed into a thin inner layer of clothes, and there was a loose black and red-edged large-sleeved shirt on his body, a green Zhuge scarf on his head, and mulberry wood clogs on his feet.

In the fluttering wind, the large sleeves fluttered, and the long clothes swayed, recreating the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Unlike the extravagant Wei and Jin Dynasties at that time, this set of clothes was more simple, but the faint golden light on the surface of the clothes showed supreme power.

Tao Yuanming, who was born in a poor family, was ostracized and attacked by the aristocratic families, although his ancestors were high-ranking officials. He could not accept the humiliation of his incompetent superiors, so he resigned in anger, leaving behind the good story of "not bending for five pecks of rice".

Tao Sheng's clothes and hats are not based on aristocratic families, but only on humble families, which is well known to everyone.

Even the great scholars of Tao Sheng's family may not all be able to wear Tao Sheng's clothes and hats.

Tao Sheng's noble name is still famous after his death.

The Falling Sun Holy Spirit looked at Fang Yun in doubt, with regret in his eyes. He had heard about the strength of the semi-saint clothes and hats before, but he didn't expect it to be so strong that Fang Yun's own aura was comparable to that of a long-time emperor, and the semi-saint clothes and hats themselves were powerful, comparable to the peak.

"Why is your semi-saint clothes and hats different from the legend?"

"I, Fang Yun, am not the kind of person who would talk nonsense with you!"

Fang Yun's eyes were like the sun and the moon, his body was like mountains, and he established the world!